Well, Well, Well, Greetings!

             you can kill your mind. 

     you can chip away at your thoughts,                your hopes, your dreams.       you can carve until nothing remains  but those thousand little voices telling you           all the reasons why you can’t                    why you shouldn’t.

                   you can kill your heart. 

             you can lock it away in the dark,                    barricade it behind every    past ache, behind the memories of everything  you almost had and a million ‘could have been’ s.      forging walls of cold STEEL along your ribs                and shielding it from the world                until the chill numbs it through

                   We’re not so different.